"How many people are present?" I asked Rob. He was running around the place, trying to manage everything when I entered.
"Too many," he groaned. I nodded. Not that it was much help, but at the time, his condition made me sympathetic.
"I'm taking over," I told him. "Take a break." He scurried away, thankful for the break.
I threw myself into work, enjoying ordering people around. I realized that it was what Anthony must feel every day.
"Ma'am," a girl whispered. I turned to her and gave her a stern look. "We need one more bartender," her voice grew to a whisper as I glared at her.
"I thought we had enough bartenders this evening."
"We miscalculated. The crowd is bigger than we anticipated."
"Put Rob behind the bar," I told her, frustrated. She opened her mouth to speak but hesitated. "Tell me."
"He's serving the VIP room, ma'am. No one else is allowed up there." I might have growled in response.
